Brownian Motion

The reeds grow
so thick and tall
as they stand stiff

in the oppressive breeze
that you can’t see
which way is left and

which way is right
as the muck slushes
sickeningly below

you feel it seeping
into your boots
as it laps at your feet

a cloud of mosquitoes drone about
the sun beats down from above
and yet

You press on.